The luck of two friends began to wane
When they reached the junction that’s called Maine.
The white blaze was so clear,
But alas it’s just here
That the marks for two trails are the same.
Fragments and Flashes from Along the Appalachian Trail
Fragments and Flashes from Along the Appalachian Trail
The luck of two friends began to wane
When they reached the junction that’s called Maine.
The white blaze was so clear,
But alas it’s just here
That the marks for two trails are the same.
